Month: July 2013

Deadly Target by Laurie Roma

Today is the release day of DEADLY TARGET, book 3 of the IAD Agency series. In honor of that, we are doing a Giveaway of this spicy new book! We will be announcing the winner in one week on Monday, August 5th. Just leave a comment to this post to enter for the chance to win!

Book Blurb:

IAD agent Mikayla “Lynx” Lincoln is in desperate need of a vacation after taking a bullet during her last mission. On orders to relax and recover, she’s sent to a cabin in the secluded woods of Colorado for some peace and quiet. But her plans for a restful recovery are shot to hell the moment she crosses paths with former movie star Gage Stark.

Gage Stark is a man with a troubled past. After a brutal betrayal ended his promising acting career, he returned home to heal and start a new life. The moment Gage meets Mikayla, their chemistry is too strong to deny. Passion explodes every time they’re together, and their volatile relationship is anything but quiet.

When a shocking discovery is made and secrets are revealed, trust is put to the test. Will Gage be strong enough to stand beside Mikayla and fight, or will his need to protect her shatter the fragile bond between them?

Mikayla kept walking toward the door, her hand reaching out for the handle when Gage’s large hand covered hers. He leaned in, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine as he whispered into her ear.

“A woman doesn’t open doors when she’s with me.”

Mikayla turned her head slowly so their lips were a breath apart from each other. “Good thing I’m not with you then, isn’t it?” She jerked the door open, welcoming the blast of cold air as it hit her face, cooling the lust burning in her belly.

Gage followed her outside into the parking lot, walking beside her silently as she made her way to the large SUV. She hit the button on the key fob to open the doors and turned to face him, noting that he kept his body turned away from her to minimize her view of his scarred face.

He really was sinfully good looking. Playing around with this man was not a good idea, even if her libido told her differently. Roz had given her the warning for a reason, and until she knew more she would not be getting any closer to this man. She saw the lust burning in his eyes, but there was something else there that made her wary. Still, curiosity had her asking, “Why exactly are you out here with me?”

“There has been some trouble in this area. Haven’t you heard about it?”

Her interest was sparked. She leaned against the side of the SUV and cocked her head to the side. “What trouble?”

“Some women have gone missing in the neighboring towns and in Denver. You shouldn’t be out alone at night. It’s dangerous and you’re injured. Should you even be out? You could slip on the ice or something.”

Mikayla smiled. “Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” She opened the car door and turned back when he spoke.

“Why did you say that inside, about my sister?”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you kidding?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. She couldn’t tell it if was due to anger or the cold. Either way, the question was ridiculous. She sighed.

Were some men seriously that clueless?

“You were completely disrespectful to her. I figured someone should call you out on it.”

Gage took a step forward, crowding her with his large body. A white cloud swirled out as he released a harsh breath into the night air. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I love my sister,” he growled in anger.

“You may love her, but you don’t respect her very much. You ordered her home after she took your dog to the vet while you and friends played pool in the bar? Maybe you don’t know what thank you means, but that would have been a better way to start that conversation. Now, I will say thank you for the touch of chivalry, walking me out here, and for the warning. It was appreciated.” She opened the door to the vehicle and got inside, careful not to jar her leg. She stuck the key in the car and started it.

His eyes had narrowed as he frowned at her. Even with that sinister look on his face and the scars on one side, it didn’t detract from his dark appeal. “We aren’t through with this conversation.”

“We are for now.” Mikayla was surprised she didn’t burst into flames at the sudden flare of heat in his bright emerald-green eyes.

“Come home with me.”

She blinked in surprise.

“I want you,” Gage said, his voice a low, heated whisper. “If you agree, this wouldn’t be a date. I don’t date. This would be me fucking you until you come so hard you pass out. That’s it.”

Oh hell no, seriously?

Idiot.

Did he really think she was just going to drop her panties because he said that? Not that she was wearing any. Mikayla sighed loudly and fought back the urge to slam her head into the steering wheel. Why did shit like this always happen to her? It was a good thing she had firsthand knowledge of the irrational way men’s minds worked sometimes since she worked with a bunch of them daily, or else she might have to hurt him. Badly. “You’d have better luck with the blonde inside. Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”

“So you do know who I am.”

“Yes, I do. Which is more than I can say for you.” She started to close the door, but his large hand holding it stopped her.

“You can’t tell me you aren’t attracted to me. I see that you are. What’s your name?”

Mikayla sent him a mischievous smile. “Perhaps you should have started this particular conversation with that question. Goodnight.”

She shifted the SUV into gear and released the break just enough so the SUV pulled forward, jerking the door out of his grasp. She slammed the door closed and pulled into the street, watching as Gage grew smaller in her rearview mirror.

ADULT EXCERPT

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Mikayla whispered as her hands slid down his chest, over his taut abs until they reached the front of his jeans.

His breath hissed out as she began working the top button of his jeans open while her other hand stroked over the rigid length of his cock through the thin material. “Jesus, Mikayla. This room doesn’t have a lock. We can’t do this here.”

Mikayla laughed at the incredulous look on his face as she drew the zipper of his jeans down, allowing the thick, hard length of his to spring free. She took his cock in her hand, pleased that her fingertips didn’t touch around his thick shaft. She nipped at his chin with her teeth as she began stroking his cock, rubbing the pearl of pre-cum weeping at the tip with her thumb.

“Don’t tell me the great Gage Stark is worried about someone seeing us.”

His eyes widened in surprise even as the lust flared brighter in his emerald green eyes. “You aren’t?”

Gage’s breath left in a rush. Christ, he felt like someone had sucker punched him. His body burned with a possessive fire as his mind snapped off, and he began pulling at her pants with shaking hands. Thank god for elastic, he thought gleefully as he shoved the black pants down her legs easily, remembering at the last moment to be careful of the bandage on her thigh.

Fuck him, he wanted to devour her, to eat her up with big greedy bites. And he would, but not here. Not now when anyone could walk in and see them. He’d be damned if he let anyone see his woman naked.

And she was his.

God help her, he was hers, too. She literally had him by the cock, and he felt like he would die if he didn’t pound himself inside her until neither of them could move. His cock was throbbing painfully, wanting to be inside the tight depths of her pussy again.

Gage gritted his teeth as he felt his cock harden in her tiny hand as all the blood in his head rushed down to his groin. His erection was heavy, thick and pulsing, and ready to fuck her until she begged him to stop.

He stepped back, groaning as she refused to release his cock. Instead, she tightened her grip on him as he quickly removed her pants from one of her legs so he could spread her wide. He looked down at her pussy on display for him, wanting to pound himself inside that little hole. Hell, the entire bar could walk in at that moment and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking her.

He grabbed her hips and slid her forward so she was sitting at the edge of the table. She wound her long legs around him again, pulling him closer. His hand slid down stroking his fingers down her slit, spreading her juices. She used her legs to pull him tighter against her.

“Wait, baby. I gotta get you ready for me.” Gage breathed out on a laugh. “Don’t you want any foreplay?”

“Fuck the foreplay. I want to feel you inside me again, Gage. I need it.”

Gage growled as he jerked her head back to once again feast on her mouth as she guided his cock into her hot, wet pussy. Breathing heavily, Mikayla moaned into his mouth as he slid forward, burying himself into her until the mushroomed head of his cock was tight against the entrance to her womb,

“God, you feel so good, baby. So tight and so fucking perfect. Your pussy hugs my cock like it was made to be inside you.” Gage’s voice was thick with lust. His bright-green eyes gleamed with a hunger he could barely control.

“Gage, I need you to…” Mikayla moaned.

“What, baby?” Gage growled. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

Mikayla’s eyes opened and narrowed on his face as she saw the tight clench of his jaw. He was making her crazy, and still he held on to the thin edge of his control. No, that wouldn’t do. If she had no control, then neither would he. She gripped his hair tight in her hand and bit down on his lower lip. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, Gage. Shove your big dick inside me and make me come.”

Fuck!

With no warning, Gage did exactly what she asked and began pumping hard into her, shoving his cock into her hot little hole, tearing a strangled scream from her throat that he muffled with his own mouth. He hummed low in his throat as he moved down, his teeth savaging her neck, nipping and lapped at the soft flesh there.

“Oh god,” Mikayla groaned, letting him know exactly what he was doing to her. “Gage, gimme more. Give it to me.”

Gage let out a vicious curse as his hips bucked, thrusting into her heat with startling force. Sweat dripped down his face as he continued to power into her. Her tight, wet pussy was gripping him so hard that he almost burst from the acute pleasure. Over and over he plunged into her tight, hot hole like a man insane, driven mad by his need for her.

Their mouths met again as he pounded his full length into her, stretching her tight hole around his invading flesh. He moved his hand to stroke his thumb over the hard crest of her clit, making her cry out in pleasure. His hips jerked back then forward again, reveling in the sounds she made as he fucked her. Riding her hard, he roughly shoved through her tight folds as pleasure streaked through his system, making him race to the finish, wanting, needing her with him when he came.

“Son of a…fuck!” Mikayla cried out as she came.

Gage watched the pleasure take her, watched her violet eyes go opaque and thought he’d never seen anything as beautiful in his entire life. He had to fight the urge to spill himself inside her at the feeling of her clenched around him.

And damn it, he needed to feel it again.

“Come again, Mikayla. Come for me again,” Gage commanded.

He desperately wanted to feel her come again, and that need drove him to fuck into her faster, harder. He needed to see that look of pure pleasure on her face again. A look that he put there. Her cries drove him insane, the bite of her nails gripping his biceps through his shirt made him ache to feel her hands on his flesh with nothing between them. Reaching down, he gripped her hip hard, holding her steady for his brutal thrusts, pushing them both toward the ecstasy that awaited them.

Mikayla levered up, legs wrapped tight around his hips, and bit down hard into his neck to still her cry of his name as she came again. Her tight channel gripped him hard with the force of her orgasm, milking him until he could no longer hold back.

“Mikayla! Baby!” Gage threw his head back, letting out the guttural yell as he shoved deep, his hard cock erupting, jetting his hot seed deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding tight to her as everything he was seemed to shatter.

Gage’s body slumped again her, his breathing heavy, but still he couldn’t seem to let go.

Son of a bitch, she was going to kill him.

The IAD Agency Series

The IAD Agency series novels are all stand-alone stories, but it is highly recommended to read them in order to get the most enjoyment from the series!

Check out book 1: Under Pressure and book 2: One Shot.

Book Blurb:

Jason MacBain is the perfect agent. Tall, dark, and deadly, he is a man who lives by simple rules—kill the bad guys and protect the world. Closed off from his emotions, Jason has never believed in love and doesn’t need anyone. But all that changes the night he meets Bella Moretti…

Isabella Moretti is a famous chef struggling to reclaim her life after she survives a vicious attack. Moving back to Chicago to recover and be closer to her family, Bella meets Jason and is frightened by the passion he stirs inside her. But now that Jason has found Bella, he is determined to claim her as his. And when her stalker reappears, Jason is under pressure to gain her trust, find a way to keep her safe, and do whatever it takes to end the threat to her for good.

Bella is forced to trust Jason with her safety, but does she dare trust him with her heart?

Tara Toshi is a woman on the edge. Code name ‘T-rex’, Tara is one of the elite agents of the IAD Agency, modern day warriors tasked with taking down terrorists and keeping the world safe. She doesn’t believe that happily ever after exists for her, until her world collides with corporate tycoon Julian King…

Julian King is the owner of a multi-million dollar hotel empire and personally runs the Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. He is a man who rules his kingdom with an iron grip and knows that the house always win. But when he meets agent Tara Toshi all bets are off. As a terrorist plot threatens his city, Julian realizes that he is also jeopardy of losing his heart.

Passion explodes every time Tara and Julian come together, but can she risk taking this one shot at finding happiness and give her heart to a man she barely knows?

Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD and Arcadian series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com.

Vicki Burke gave herself to the Sheriff of Law Castle, Tristan Carmichael. After falling in love with the much older man she learned a startling truth, Tristan was married to another woman.

Losing the only man she loved and their baby, Vicki tries to rebuild her life in Law Castle. She stops working at the local bar and starts working for one of the Law Castle Bad Boys. But her love for Tristan refuses to go.

For longer than five years Tristan was separated from his wife but didn’t request a divorce. He never expected to get involved with another woman or to fall in love.

His life is full of mistakes but his biggest mistake was letting Vicki go. Is there a way for him to win back her trust? And can he repair the damage with a divorce from a woman who refuses to give him what he wants?

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage

Excerpt:

Vicki couldn’t believe she’d invited Tristan into her home. She’d been crushing on him for as long as she could remember. He was powerful, handsome, and everything she’d dreamt about in a man. Her parents would disapprove of the age gap. They didn’t want her to ever suffer, and so they tried to protect her the best way they knew how—by dictating everything she did. Staying in Law Castle was her only guarantee that she could live the life she wanted instead of what her family wanted.

She turned around and cried out as Tristan stood right in front of her. Vicki dropped the cups, and they smashed on the floor. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She couldn’t speak as his hands went to her thighs.

“I’ve seen you watching me, Vicki,” he said.

“I like watching you. You’re a handsome man.” Her voice sounded breathless even to her. She tried to hide her inexperience, but her whole body quivered at the touch of him. Her body had never known the touch of a man.

“Do you want this?” he asked. She knew what he was asking. How could she tell him she’d never had sex? This was all new territory for her. Her heart pounded as she nodded her head.

“I need a little more than that, princess. God, I want you so fucking much. I ache to be inside you.” He slammed his lips down on hers. Even with her on the counter he was taller than she was. His fingers sank into her hair. She moaned, closing her eyes as he ravished her mouth. The only way to describe the kiss was ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t wait. I was only going to have a coffee and leave, but I need you. I need to feel your snug cunt wrapped around me.”

“Yes,” she said. He pushed the dress of her skirt up her thighs. Vicki moaned as he tore at her panties. There was no controlling him. He was like a force to be reckoned with. She didn’t want to stop him. If she was going to lose her virginity to anyone it was going to be Tristan. He was strong and caring. She’d seen him at the diner and during her walks through the town square. He cared about this town.

Her panties were gone, and in the next instant his cock was free from the confines of his jeans. Tristan was perfect. She’d seen cocks on the television and a couple of the porn movies she’d stumbled onto on the internet. Tristan put all other cocks to shame. He was long, thick, and the tip was leaking pre-cum.

She licked her lips, and Tristan chuckled. “There will be more of that later. I’ll fuck your sweet mouth soon.”

Tell him now. It’s moving too fast.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said. His fingers ran through her folds. She cried out at the slightest contact. “That’s it, baby. Feel what I do to you.”

Two fingers pressed to her clit, stroking her. She cried out from the pleasure.

“Please,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have you screaming for more.” His hands disappeared, and then the tip of his cock was running over her clit.

“So damn good. I can’t wait.”

You should tell him.

Before she got a chance to even speak Tristan plunged inside her. Vicki cried out as pleasure and pain combined. Her grip tightened on his shoulder.

He sank to the hilt inside her. She couldn’t believe how big he was. He shouldn’t be able to fit inside her. The walls of her pussy felt pinched from the pain.

“Shit, you’re a virgin,” he said. She closed her eyes. Tristan sounded angry. “Look at me.” He gripped her face in his hands. “Look at me!”

I’m hoping to start to improve my blog soon with updates and other little bits and bobs. I know I must be the worst blogger in the world of bloggers but I’m trying.

Anyway, I’ve had a few emails asking about the next Law Castle Bad Boys book and I can now confirm release for this Thursday and also the cover art to go with.

Blurb

No one hurts a Law Castle Bad Boy’s daughter!

Vicki Burke gave herself to the Sheriff of Law Castle, Tristan Carmichael. After falling in love with the much older man she learned a startling truth, Tristan was married to another woman.

Losing the only man she loved and their baby, Vicki tries to rebuild her life in Law Castle. She stops working at the local bar and starts working for one of the Law Castle Bad Boys. But her love for Tristan refuses to go.

For longer than five years Tristan was separated from his wife but didn’t request a divorce. He never expected to get involved with another woman or to fall in life.

His life is full of mistakes but his biggest mistake was letting Vicki go. Is there a way for him to win back her trust? And can he repair the damage with a divorce from a woman who refuses to give him what he wants?

Poppy is the only remaining necromancer in the world. She is the one in control of the dead and she has been sent to the Valentines. There is an evil force at work and she must help Adam Valentine to uncover it before it’s too late.

Adam is intrigued by the young necromancer. Her scars do not affect him. He sees the strength inside her and he likes it. All he wants to do is protect her and claim her as his own.

They are on a mission to find out who the real alpha of the Beyer West pack is. But Poppy’s world is about to turn on itself as she needs to make a choice. There is no room for love in the life of a necromancer, yet after centuries of being alone, Adam has filled her life with meaning.

People will die and secrets will be revealed as the balance that protects them is broken. Can their love survive as the world is about to be sent into chaos? This is no longer about the wolves but something much bigger that neither of them can fight.

Excerpt:

“Poppy, wake up.” Someone was touching her arm. No one ever touched her skin. Most beings were repulsed by what she was. Each wound was a testament to the battles she’d fought and won over the centuries.

“Poppy. It’s a bad dream.”

She batted away the irritation that refused to let her sleep. She cried out in shock as firm lips pressed against hers. No one had kissed her before. The contact shocked her more than the touch of the hand on her naked flesh.

Screaming, Poppy lashed out, sending Adam Valentine flying through the air and landing on top of the wardrobe in the room she slept in at the Valentines’ mansion. The wardrobe broke apart where Adam landed.

The man who’d been trying to wake her up groaned and pulled out of his side a chunk of wood that had managed to embed itself just below the ribs.

Poppy winced.

She cursed her own stupidity. Usually when she slept, she kept the door locked and surrounded by charms to keep the dead out. A true necromancer struggled to sleep at the best of times. Ghosts and damaged souls were everywhere the naked eye couldn’t see, but she saw them.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She wrapped her cloak, which must have opened during her sleep, back around her. Poppy hated more than anything for Adam to see her scars. He was the first male she had ever desired.

Her scars were gruesome and she did everything in her power to keep them covered when she was around him.

“Shit, Poppy. You were screaming in your fucking sleep.” Blood seeped out of the wound. She saw it was already healing. The magical power of the vampire was a wonderful thing to witness.

“Well, you shouldn’t interrupt a person when they’re asleep.” Her lips were still wet from his small kiss. She wanted to lick her lips to see if she’d taste him on her tongue.

Her heart mourned the loss of connection. The first kiss she’d experienced from a man she liked, and she’d gone and thrown him across the room. At this rate she would never know the true intimate touch of a man. When Adam was around, she found herself longing to know what it would feel like to have him touch her. Intimately touch her. Would his touch be gentle or rough?

“I banged on the door. It wouldn’t open at first and then it was like it opened by itself.”

She watched as he rubbed his head, clearly trying to focus. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah? Why are you wearing the cloak?”

Poppy held the fabric between her fingers. The cloak provided her with protection from the stares of others and made her feel secure. “It’s my cloak.”

“Is this about the scars again? It’s a fucking ugly cloak. Couldn’t you get one in a lighter colour?”

She tensed. Her scars may not repulse Adam, but he hadn’t seen all of them yet. The cloak was the last thing she held from the time with her family. With how old she was, it would probably be deemed either vintage or scrap material.

“What did you want me for?”

He shook his head and turned towards the mirror. All he would be able to see was a black blur of a reflection. Whenever she entered a room, she made sure the mirrors couldn’t show her true image. She found it freaky when the girl from the other side could be seen staring back at her.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked.

She liked the sound of his concern too much. “What did you want me for?”

Adam sighed, moving closer to her. “Poppy, you’re an enigma. You show up all big and powerful, and you don’t share your secrets well.”

His hands rested on her shoulders and it took Poppy a lot of willpower not to react. She struggled between the desire to push him away and the desire to move his hands to cup her breasts. The conflicting emotions inside her were starting to wear her down.

“Just tell me what you want?”

He sighed, let her go and walked towards the door.

“They’re meeting in the study again. I swear I’m starting to live in that fucking room. Join us when you’re ready.”

Poppy nodded and watched him go. They should have left the day after the attack on Katie—over a week ago—but Robert hadn’t allowed it. Robert had decided it was too close after losing Katie and learning the true curse of the wolves. He’d ended up calling off the initial search for the original alpha of the Beyer West pack. In doing so, Poppy had taken up residence—much to the younger brother’s disgust—in the Valentines’ home.

Placing a hand to her chest, Poppy winced. She opened the cloak and the top buttons of the black dress she wore. She waved her arm across the mirror so that her true reflection appeared. Poppy turned away from the image when she first saw herself. Her primary response was revulsion at the vision before her, but she forced herself to turn and look.

The single raised scar from forehead to her chin had come from a dead nymph who had refused to believe she wouldn’t be young and sexy forever. Several small scars that had come from nails dotted her cheeks—some of the people didn’t like the fact that they were dead and would fight the transition from Earth to the realm of death. The scar on her neck had been the result of claw marks from a mightily pissed off werewolf. The ones over her heart—the vulgar criss-cross lines—were the result of her own forced transition. Closing her eyes, she opened a few more buttons of her dress until the whole top part of her breast was visible. The scar looked like a chessboard decorating the skin above her heart. The criss-cross was in the middle of a circle that outlined her heart, followed by a deeper line where they had cut her heart in two.

She placed a finger over the smooth lines and winced. When she pulled it back, a smear of blood was on her finger.

Gasping, she looked in the mirror. Blood was seeping from the wound. Her hand covered the marks and she fought for breath. Poppy wanted to scream, but she could do nothing. She gazed into the mirror and saw the blood rush from her eyes, mouth and nose before, in one swift, harsh move, she was flung to the floor on a roar of absolute agony.

Luke Reynolds desires his neighbor’s daughter, Kimberly. His feelings for her have grown over the years he’s known her, and now she’s twenty and he can’t deny her anything.

Kimberly has had a crush on her neighbor for a long time. He’s a womanizer and he’d never look at her twice.

One weekend house-sitting for her parents, both of their lives are about to change. Neither knows about their true feelings, but after this weekend Luke and Kimberly will not have a choice. Can their love survive her father’s wrath? And can Luke wait for Kimberly to make her his?

Excerpt:

“Why won’t you let me go?” she asked.

“Because you and I both know you’ve got a crush on me. You’ve had your little crush since we first met. I also know you watched me fucking my girlfriend.”

She gasped. Kimberly hadn’t known he was watching. How did he see her?

“You also know I want you.” His hand moved down to her breast stroking her nipple through the fabric of her costume.

“How did you know I was there?”

“You’re the only woman I know who wears that perfume. The scent follows you, Kimberly. I knew it was you when you looked at me. I’ve seen the heat in your eyes. When I heard you’d been fucked at college I figured you moved on. I see now you haven’t moved on.” His hand moved up to the strap of her costume. He lowered the strap achingly slowly. Kimberly knew he was giving her time to stop him. She didn’t want to stop him. “Tell me, Kimberly, were you thinking of me when you were with your other man?”

The strap went below her breast. He started with the next, and within seconds her chest was exposed. His gaze didn’t leave hers. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes.” She whispered the word afraid of him laughing at her.

Kimberly closed her eyes waiting for him to laugh at her. “I can promise you, Blondie, the guys in college are a poor substitute for the real thing.” He circled her nipple with a finger. Opening her eyes she saw he stared at her chest. “You’ve got such lovely, responsive tits.” He closed the distance taking one hard bud between his lips.

She moaned, sinking her fingers into his hair. What else was she supposed to do? Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine being in his arms let alone having him suckle her breasts. He moved on to her other nipple licking the bud.

Luke broke away from her breast and stared up at her. “Straddle me.”

Obeying his command, she stood and eased onto his lap. Her covered pussy rested on his hard cock. She gripped the back of his chair, holding herself. Luke gripped her hips in his firm hands.

“Tell me, Kimberly, have any of the guys ever given you an orgasm?” he asked.

“There was only one guy, and no, he didn’t.” Her blush must be making her look like a ripened strawberry. She didn’t know what else to say or do. Luke was taking her completely by surprise.

She did as he said, standing up. Kimberly went to cover her breasts. Luke swatted her hands away. “No need to cover your nakedness around me.”

Luke removed a foil packet from his pocket and placed it on the table. “I always come prepared.”

In the next breath she took, he pushed the shorts he wore to the ground before taking a seat. “What do you think?” he asked, cupping his erect flesh.

Her pussy burned with the need to be touched. Kimberly was more turned on than she ever thought possible. Licking her lips, she glanced at his face before returning her stare to his cock. “You want me?”

This is just a quick post to let you all see some new cover art. I’ve been playing catch up again and I’m currently working on edits for, Loving a Vampire.

Here is my new cover art for, Wanting the Neighbor’s Daughter. This will be released July 18th

Luke Reynolds desires his neighbor’s daughter, Kimberly. His feelings for her have grown over the years he’s known her and now, she’s twenty and he can’t deny her anything.

Kimberly has had a crush on her neighbor for a long time. He’s a womanizer and he’d never look at her twice.

One weekend house sitting for her parents, both of their lives are about to change. Neither knows about their true feelings but after this weekend Luke and Kimberly will not have a choice. Can their love survive her father’s wrath? And can Luke wait for Kimberly to make her his?

Billionaire Kent Anderson is used to getting what he wants. Every woman he knows falls at his feet. When the full-figured cleaner working on his floor catches his eye, Kent figures it will only be a matter of time before she’s underneath him, in his bed.

Lana Hawkins has dealt with a troubled past and is moving on. She’s sworn off men after her last boyfriend broke her heart. When Kent Anderson starts paying her attention she does the only thing she can think of…she becomes his friend.

But the attraction and passion between them starts to build until Kent finally takes the next step. But what can he do to convince Lana he’s in love with her? Her past is always in the way, and she refuses to open up. Can Lana finally give her heart to the man she loves or will her past finally take the one person she loves away?

Excerpt:

Kent closed his eyes as the feel of her against him finally overwhelmed him. He’d been dreaming about this moment for some time. His cock thickened at the feel of her alone. Her breasts were beautiful and full. He ran his hands down her back feeling every curve and indentation of her body.

When her hands moved over him he nearly lost it. The impulse to press her to the bed and drive into her tight pussy was too hard to resist. He sank his fingers into her hair and pressed kisses to her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her skin.

She didn’t say a word. Finally after a little time passed he pulled away. Kent took a step forward, making Lana take a step back.

He moved until she fell to the bed. Kent stood over her, looking down at her beautiful body. She made to cover herself.

Kent caught her hands. “Never cover yourself.”

He knelt in front of her and opened her thighs. The scent of her essence filled the space between them.

Her arms moved away from her breasts. He took the time to stare at her body. Her breasts were large with rounded red nipples that were tight with arousal.

“You’re perfect.” Kent cupped one breast in his palm.

She cried out, arching against him.

Moving his hand down from her breasts over her rounded stomach, he pressed his open palm to her pussy.

Lana was dripping wet with arousal.

“Tell me you want me,” Kent said.

“I want you.” Her cheeks were flushed. He didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

“Lie back.”

She looked at him startled.

“Lie back, and trust me.”

Slowly, she eased back. Kent lifted her legs to rest on his thighs. Her pussy was covered with a light dusting of hair. The lips of her pussy was spread open for him to gaze at her.

Her clit was swollen and wet. The entrance to her body looked tiny to him. Fisting his cock, Kent counted to ten to get himself back under control. He’d been without a woman because the only person he wanted was Lana.

“Relax, baby,” he said.

“No one has ever looked at me there.”

He stroked up her thighs. “That’s their problem. You’re mine now.”

She shivered.

Running his hands up the inside of her thighs, he watched as she tensed under his hands. Kent waited until she calmed down before leaning in a bit closer. Using the tip of his finger, he teased her outer lips.

Lana gasped.

“I’m not going any further until you relax, Lana. You’re going to enjoy this,” Kent said.

“I’ve never enjoyed … this.” She pointed between her thighs.

“Oral?”

“Yes.”

“Then the guys you were with weren’t doing it right. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do it right and have you screaming in no time.”

After some time she finally relaxed under his touch. Kent waited a little longer and eased a finger through her pussy. When she didn’t tense, he eased a finger inside her pussy as the other teased her clit.

She moaned. Her pussy was tight around his finger. He held one finger inside her while his thumb stroked her nub.